He's tall but not quite And he's sweet but even more bitter. He has big brown eyes. But they turn small and black so often I'm not even sure that they are brown. I don't know anything about him. He likes sport but he actually doesn't He lives where I live. But it's more of a home to me than it is to him. He often looks at me, but it's always like he's drifting away and not actually noticing. But I'm just assuming. He's artsy He goes out at night Everyone knows him but i don't think he even knows himself so how can they. He's actually mean but never unfriendly. He talks Just not to me He lifts his eyebrows when he sees me. I'm sure that he knows my name but not if he has ever used it. He seems to me like a hypocrite of himself, not criticizing his person but everyone who is like him, and even though I want to believe him a good person, I cannot shut down my brain. But I don't know him, that's just my guess. He could have control over my actions in any lifetime. I needed to promise myself to not ever recognize him more than I did back then. Otherwise, that would be the end of me. He has many friends and he seems happy. But every passion I've noticed him having has slowly faded from sight. He dresses differently, talks with a certain undertone and listens to music I'd only listen to if I was scared of someone's opinion. But we are not the same. Not even alike. That's just him. I guess.